Getting Married to a Cruel Man

The anger of Mirza's sister

Mirza knocked on the door of the room beside her. While waiting, he kept reminding Haira to defend him. Facing her two brothers would be more terrifying than being in front of the police who would intimidate her. 

"You don't want me to be punished, do you?" mirza lirih.

Haira shook her head without a sound. 

"Then say nothing to Deniz and Nita. They're more ruthless than a mobster."

Haira nodded without a sound. Her fine fur stood up hearing Mirza's explanation. 

Chequelek 

The door is wide open. 

A beautiful woman who looked graceful was standing in front of the door. Without saying anything, the woman immediately pulled Mirza's earlobe to the point of making the master grimace. 

"Sir Nita, it hurts." Mirza screamed to hold the flickering finger of the brother who continued to pull his ear. His eyes glazed over, begging for forgiveness to stop him. 

"Who taught you bad, huh?" ask the woman in a high tone. 

"Nothing, Brother. I'm mistaken. I apologized to Haira."

"Sister, untie Mirza, I beg you." Haira cupped both her hands. Grasping the arm of the woman called sister Nita by her husband. 

"He should be taught a lesson, Ra. Mirza's gone too far. All this time brother never taught him to demean a woman, but what he did to you."

Where did Nita's sister know that I hurt Haira. This is Aslan and Erkan's job. Only they know all my past. Insolent, beware if you meet, I make sure you will suffer as I feel now. 

Nita releases Mirza's ear and enters. Leaving Mirza who immediately stroked his ears. 

"Aren't you papa?"

Mirza just shook her head withstanding the excruciating pain, even her ears felt almost severed. 

Behind her cruelty, Mirza is still just a sister who will not be able to fight her two brothers. 

"We're going in yuk!" bring Mirza. Herding Haira approached her two brothers who had been sitting in line with each other. 

"Darling, this is Deniz's sister." Pointing at the handsome guy with glasses. Pretty similar to Mirza, just different age. 

"My name is Haira, brother. Mirza's wife." Haira introduced herself. 

"Sit here, Ra. Don't get close to Mirza." Nita patted the empty sofa that was on her side. 

It felt like Mirza pulled Haira and hugged her. But what power, at this time his two brothers are in power, even he can not do anything but obey what they say. 

Haira sat beside Nita with her head lowered. 

"Why didn't you get married tell us?" Deniz said that. As the oldest brother, he felt disrespected by Mirza. 

"I __" Mirza's words were cut off, she could not possibly explain the beginning of her marriage to Haira which was only based on retaliation for Lunara's death. 

"Mommy, Daddy…" 

Suddenly the sound of a cry melted away the tension created, the little boy who was in the doorway made Nita and Deniz smile. 

"That's your son, Ra?" nita asked Haira who was also smiling.

"Yes, Brother. Name's Kemal. She's six."

Nita went to Kemal who looked timid. 

It turns out that she looks like Mirza as a child. 

"My son too, sister," said Mirza. 

Nita held Kemal and took him to her seat. "You have no right to Kemal. A father will definitely take care of his child from the womb, but what do you do? Not even a little bit of you did not contribute to raising her." Deniz's remarks made Mirza unable to dwell. Both of his brothers seemed to pin him down so that he did not have a good side in the eyes of Haira and Kemal. 

Mirza's eyes widened, even her brother's secret words could tell. Right now he is completely fallen, stone crucifixion anyway. 

Is it possible that Haira told him all this? But no way, he never met with sister Nita, then who is the person who has complained. 

"That's not the story, sister," denied Mirza. Even though he had said that, still for now Kemal and Haira were everything.

Haira can only be quiet and does not want to interfere in the affairs of Mirza and her brother. He will only answer if needed. 

"Then how's the story? Tell honestly. Otherwise, I'll bring Kemal and Haira to life with me" Deniz threatened to corner Mirza. It was as if there was not the slightest bit of kindness in their eyes. 

What do I have to say, they must know everything. Lying is free. I don't want to lose Haira and Kemal. 

He looked at his wife and son and sat down. Right in front of my sister's feet. He lowered his self-esteem for the two people who are currently the most important in his life. 

"Sister, please don't bring up the past again. Mirza apologized to me." Haira sat down beside Mirza, and they gathered in front of Deniz. 

Kemal looked at his parents, then looked at the uncle who waved at him. 

Her tiny legs swung and sat on Deniz's lap. 

"How could you not expect this cute kid."

Softly rubbing thick hair Kemal. Cuddling her, giving her affection that she had not long gained. 

"I'm sorry, brother. I won't repeat it again" Mirza said with regret. 

"I and Nita have forgiven you, but for a few days I will bring Kemal and Haira home." 

Mirza could only shut up. He could not deny his brother's words that certainly could not be bargained again. 

"Sir Aynur, Havva and Tsamara didn't come?" mirza asked Deniz to switch the conversation, she remembered her brother-in-law and two nieces who were not seen. 

"No," Deniz replied briefly. Busy tidying up kids hair kemal. 

Mirza turned to look at Nita who was busy with her phone screen. "Sister Fuad, Hasan, and Dawn are also not coming, Brother?"

"No, they're testing again. Daddy's got a lot to do." Mita doesn't lose ketus. 

Geez, are they deliberately making a fuss. 

Mirza could only grumble inwardly. 

"Come, Ra! Everything is ready. We're leaving now."

"Where, Brother?" mirza Strait. 

"You don't need to know, what's important now is introspection and becoming a better man."

"Let me talk to Haira for a minute, brother!" 

Nita takes off Haira's hand, allowing her sister and sister-in-law to talk. 

After all out of the room, Mirza hugged Haira's body tightly. Kiss her a few times gently. 

"I will definitely miss you" said Mirza Lirih. Sticking his forehead on Haira's forehead. 

"Just relax, I'm just going with Nita's sister, there's no way she's separating us."

Haira stroked Mirza's cheek gently. Encourage men not to be weak. 

"Next call me, give me the address where you live" Mirza asked. 

Haira nodded, then kissed Mirza's lips. Just wanted to return the kiss, the door was wide open. A pair of eyes stared at Mirza so sharply that the master had to let go of his wife.